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10/14/09(Wed)15:03 No.6271446Lou Albano lay on his deathbed with his friends and relatives beside him. In the sombre atmosphere that hung over the room like a Koopa Kid, none of Lou's companions could hold back the tears. Holding the hand of his beloved, he realises his time is drawing near. A smile slowly creeps across his weakened face, he wants to leave this younger generation with what they were fond of most- he's in no condition to wrestle, but he can still do the Mario. He begins to slowly swing his arms from side to side, and when he starts to struggle, his companions quickly come to aid him. In his last breaths, he realises what he has to do, quiet whisper emits from the mouth of this gentle giant, "Swing your arms... from side to side, come on... it's time to go..." Fearing the worst, his friends continue in unison, "Do the Mario!" Now something can be heard from Lou, quieter than a whisper, barely more than a breath, "Take one step...", a quick response, "And then again", and somehow, everyone is at ease. There's not a hint of sadness in the air, and the gathering of friends and relatives becomes a circle of joy, "Let's do the Mario, all together now!"
But in spite of this, a sharp silence falls upon the room, only to be lifted by Lou's response with a comforting, if quiet, "You got it!... It's the Mario!" He isn't aware of it, but everyone else can see it, his eyes are clouding over, he is growing short of breath, but the Captain battles on. "Do the... Mario! Swing... your... arms... from side... to side..."
Everyone can do nothing but listen to this great man's last words as they help him slowly, soothingly, swing his arms. "Come on...", his arms simply go limp, he has finally caught on that this is it. His final show. Captain Lou Albano's got to usher in a new generation. He gasps desperately to get his last words out, strangely appropriate to both him and his adoring audience, "It's... time... to go..." |
